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deathqxeen

The absence of the moon made the road far darker than it need be. The ghostly shadow of the woman standing in the middle of the road seemed surreal, like something from a dream, or more to the point, something from a nightmare.
          
          There was silence, as if all the sound had been drained from the air,  everything having disappeared in the presence of the Sluagh Sidhe. Not even the crickets chirped, a clear indication of their discomfort around her. The wind was still, and yet despite that, the shadows seemed to have a life of their own, swirling around the feet of the dark haired fae.
          
          She didn't seem to move, standing still there in the middle of the road, pale blue eyes constantly flickering around her, though not seeking out anything particular. It was more of a reflective habit than anything else. Few would dare to wander this path at night, for fear of the Wild Hunt, or other not so hospitable creatures lurking in the shadows. 
          
          Her lip curled up at the thought of that, the only movement she made, a depraved smile of wicked delight appearing on her features. Humans were foolish creatures, but they were most definitely fun to torment.

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@queenofthehxnt 
            
            "A tempting offer." Nirvana mused, and she supposed it did have its promises. She wouldn't have to rely necessarily on mortals any longer. But did she really want that? Usually, she was a lone traveler and didn't tend to get into groups. Also, if she did happen to join the hunt, would she be under some sort of leader? That, she didn't like in the slightest. She was the Leanan-Sidhe after all, and she didn't bow down to anyone. 
            
            "Is there a...time limit to this offer?" She asked curiously. She was quite aware of offers like this, and how most of them didn't last long, and she was curious to see what the Sluagh Sidhe would say to that.
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Did she wish for things to be how they once were? Certainly. But just because they didn't believe in her or her kind, that didn't mean she still couldn't ride with the Hunt. Their unbelieving had less effect on the Sluagh Sidhe, for they didn't need the humans to believe. They just needed them to be afraid when they came, and they certainly were.
            
            "The old times were far better, but you must keep in mind, it holds no benefit from then to now for mine," she informed the other fae, figuring she would have already understood that. "We hunt when the moon goes down, dragging the souls with us. Humans don't have to believe in us to be irrationally afraid of what we do. Perhaps you belong with the Hunt now."
            
            It was an offer she was able to make, for her status among the Wild Hunt was legendary. She held a position most others didn't, hence the reason she could come and go as she pleased, with little regarded to what others thought.And while she didn't think the Leanan-Sidhe would join the Hunt, it wouldn't hurt to give her the chance. They could use a lure for some of the harder targets, after all.
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@queenofthehxnt 
            
            Nirvana’s amusement faded in an instant at the Sluagh Sidhe’s words, a sharp bitterness framing her stunning features at that. “They happen to have their doubts.” Nirvana agreed, despite her oncoming irritation. 
            
            And it was, unfortunately, true. Sure, finding and completing a blood hunt was quite easy, beggars can’t be choosers after all, the real thing that gave her a sense of satisfaction was the artist them self. In modern times, humans were so wrapped up in technology that creativity was shoved far, and farther away from importance. Of course, there was the one or two humans that were the exception, usually every four decades, but Nirvana had always been an impatient being. 
             
            She bit back the scowl, her sharp teeth digging into the flesh of her inner cheek, irritated, she directed her gaze towards the black, black sky. 
            
            “Do you ever wish,” she began softly, not sure if she was talking to the other Fae or herself, “That humans were similar to those of the ancient times?” 
            
            Nirvana wished for it, when creativity practically lived everywhere, in the cool breeze, in the painted blue skies, in the emerald green grass. Humans used to bleed potential. And now....it was nothing remotely similar to that.
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